#WriteFree365 – Day 341: Livin’ In A New World

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(Recent events speak for themselves.  Day 341…)

From the corners of the ceiling, feel it’s eyes in back of me.  I couldn’t tell you why I feel they constantly after me.  Maybe it’s because the news put it to me so graphically.  How niggas don’t obey no laws, no even gravity, boy?

We don’t know how much time we have left
They’ve taken the hands off the clock
And placed them around our necks
But at least we can see their faces more clearly

The second hand is red
It ticks to our pulse
So I hope we’re speeding towards air that’s fresh
And not hastening the arrival of our last breath

I guess rope is outdated
So they strangle us with something immeasurable
An infinite instrument of death in the hands of people who whitewashed  reaper robes
Burned our lifeless bodies
Feeding the ash into the hourglass
Laughing at how pile at the bottom

That beeping you hear in your chest is the alarm
Don’t suppress your heart for a few more moments of rest
The time for action is now.

#WriteFree365 – Day 238: Say It Loud (I’m Black And I’m Proud)

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(You know the song.  If you’re like me, you’ve sung it at the top of your lungs.  Day 238…)

Say it loud…

Why is it
That violence against someone of my own skin
Is brought up
When one of my brothers in melanin
Is killed by someone not related?

Just because one way to describe them is fair skinned
Doesn’t mean injustice against us is fair
This certainly isn’t love
And it’s not war
Because wars allow both sides to fight.
This is a genocide that executes examples in front of the world
Then tells us it’s our fault.

They beg us to stop hitting ourselves while holding our fist
Convincing us that since we have the nerve
We have the control.
There is a problem with senseless violence between those in the same family
But don’t let that blood tint your vision
When inter replaces intra in racial injustice

The best excuse is a tangential problem
They catch more of us with our carcasses than their hides
Making their escape through the smell of rotting Black flesh
I’m sick of my oppressor chastising me for what they’ve done
I’m sick of being charged with changing a system designed to hang me from it.
Red Herring allows these villains to flee persecution
Stop turning your head in trust
And pulling the knife from your back believing you are responsible for every wound.

#WriteFree365 – Day 233: What’s Going On

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(You know the song.  Over forty years, and Marvin is still right.  Day 233…)

Father, Father, everybody thinks we’re wrong.  But who are they to judge us? …

I’m sick of having to explain why I’m a person.
Yes, I am a walking representation of the beginning of this world
But I am not a primate
Made lower than those whose melanin lie in darkness like their compassion.
Besides, if evolutionists are right
I’m pretty sure someone like me would never evolve into someone like you.

It is not an anomaly that I’m intelligent
I am already performing for an audience hoping I’ll be slaughtered
The American flag is Caesar
And I’m not going to salute
Because I don’t give honour to my killer

I don’t need a pat on the back.
Continuously giving reasons why I’m an equal
Is begging for treats at Master’s feet
I stand on two legs because I’m human
And don’t you holding my hand to walk for your enjoyment.

I’m not arguing common sense
Those who don’t have it
Are three fifths of who they believe they are
Since they don’t see or hear me.
So I’ll just be